friendly fire is what’s killed him…
take his name and number…
zero-hour’s not for him…
we have to carry on…
we’ll have to carry him..
hear the Whiz-bangs by,
shells that seek you out
and
the bullets fly…
he was my friend, looked after me…
as I looked after him…
no time to say good bye…
not now…
we have to carry on…
we have to carry him…
friendly fire is what shot him,
friendly fire is what got him,
he sleeps,
we carry on the fight,
he’ll not waken from this slumber…
and
we’ll be there when his time has come,
when they will put him under,
we’ll take our leave,
with heavy hearts,
a comrade lost,
not one dry eye…
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